Had a chat with one of my friends last night and he told me the story of when he tried to help his mum clean their crockery cabinet when he was a kid. He climbed up onto it to reach the upper cupboards, and it pulled the whole thing down on top of him. He was fine, the good china was not. In the cabinet was a gold plated tea service that his parents got as a wedding gift. Guess what the only thing that survived was? That’s right, the sugar bowl.












